Out of Sight, Out of Mind

You slated my sketch
You fell asleep
You cried for an ex
You weren’t very deep
You wore real fur
You didn’t eat.

You made me go to Milton Keynes
You slated my poetry
You wore boot-cut jeans
You called my friend rank
You didn’t drink tea
Worse than that - you liked RnB.

We never took a flight together
Or lay hand-in-hand on a beach
I cringed when you did that dance-off
And you never admired my teeth.

But I think I’ll create a happy ending
Like one you’d see on TV
A tearful goodbye, a reluctance to leave
And a kiss under a blossoming tree.